Author: Flatkatsi

Email: flatkatsi@optusnet.com.au

Status: Complete

Category: Missing scene. POV Pairings: None Spoilers: Paradise Lost

Season: 6

Rating: PG

Content Warnings: Language

File Size : 25kb

Summary: After Jack is blown up.

Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

Author's Note: This is Jackie's fault again. Blame her.

Musings In Paradise

That damn weasel. He blew me up! Stinking little rat faced weasel.

Ouch! Crap! Now where's he gone?

A quick look around then get up. Can't sit here all day.

He's probably fixing another little trap.

Get yourself up Jack. Move before he comes back and thinks you're that blasted pig again. Stupid idiot, if he had got the pig with the grenade there would be bits of roast pork too small to eat hanging off of the trees.

OK, first things first.

Shit! Pulling that great honking piece of wood out of my leg wasn't the smartest idea I've had. But I haven't had a lot of smart ideas lately have I?

Chasing Harry for a start. Should have just let him go.

Eating that plant. There's a doozy. Don't even like rabbit food that much. Give me a big, juicy steak any day.

OK, Jack, stop talking to yourself and start thinking.

Back to camp.

Fix the leg. Yeah! Like that'll happen! No nice Dr Frasier around is there?

Kill Harry.

Might put the last one first. Kill Harry the Weasel then back to camp & fix leg.

Yes, much better.

Ouch! Crap!

This is a little slow. Limping thru this undergrowth. Trees. Trees. Trees everywhere. Always trees. Everywhere. Wherever we go Ð trees. Well, OK be honest, Jack. Not everywhere.

It just seems like everywhere.

What was that?

A slow, stealthy noise. Not a pig noise. Maybe a Maybourne pig noise? Shit! Go to ground behind this log. Look cautiously over it. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Damned rabbit food tasteless boring leaves. Damned leaves. See Ð trees! Knew they were to blame. Get up, Jack. Move your butt, Jack.

Thirsty. So thirsty! Don't think about it.

Thirsty.

I said, don't think about it. Idiot!

Thirsty.

Must be almost there. I'm leaving a trail of blood that anyone could follow. Even slimy ratfaced pig Harry. Not much I can do about that.

I just thought. I shot the bastard. He's probably sitting somewhere bleeding to death. No need to worry about Harry, Jack.

Quick look behind.

If he is dead then I won't have to put up with his company. Couldn't even fish! No conversation. No manners. No personality. That's right. It'll be nice to be by myself for a bit. Alone.

Crap. Don't go there, Jack.

There's the camp. See. Didn't take that long. Only an hour or so. Or so. And the rest. Leg still bleeding. You really fucked this one up, didn't you Jack? Should have been much more careful. You knew Harry was affected by the deadly rabbit food. So much for training, you Special Ops trained killer you. Just get to the hut and fix the god damned leg up before you bleed to death. No! Don't fall down here! Keep moving. Get to the fucking hut, Jack.

Kill Harry.

Fix leg

The End